Many years later, facing the firing squad, Wang Zixu recalled that distant afternoon when Ning Chunyan took him to meet Caiyuan...

——If we use the language of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" to describe it, this incident should be the beginning of this style. Unfortunately, Wang Zixu was not executed many years later, which caused this beginning to weaken a lot of literary quality.

Wang Zixu's understanding of "Caiyuan" was no deeper than Colonel Aureliano Buendía's understanding of ice. In other words, he didn't understand it at all. This was a completely new creature to him.

He took the sightseeing elevator with Ning Chunyan to the top floor of Silver Star City. The hemispherical glass curtain wall above overlooks all living beings in the East China Sea. After passing through the empty reception hall and walking deeper into the depths, he came to the habitat of the talented ladies.

Layers of turquoise soft gauze curtains hide the cave inside. There are two oxygen generators pretending to be rockeries on the left and right of the door. The water mist curls up, making the room look like a fairyland. Peering through the mist, you can see several soft suede surfaces all around.

couch, screen

It is written in small regular script with hairpin flowers and is slightly yellowed; on the sandalwood table are placed many large and small transparent glasses, which contain amber liquid.

The smoke wraps around the lotus branches, and the smoke wraps around the lotus branches, reaching up to the sky.

Several talented ladies were sitting leisurely on the sofa, chatting quietly before the two came. Some were wearing Xiaojiabiyu's Hanfu from the Song Dynasty, with their temples tied up;

Their character is not as graceful as that of a female poet, but they all have skin as white as fat and frost as snow, bright wrists and bright eyes, and are covered in famous brands. Just by looking at the logo, you can tell they are expensive.

In his mind, Wang Zixu originally imagined a mixture of Dream of Red Mansions and Lin Huiyin's literary salon. Li Qingzhao and Xie Daoyun were drinking wine on the bronze bird stage. In his mind, he originally pushed romance and romanticism to its peak, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he discovered that

This place is particularly petty bourgeoisie. Their makeup is as exquisite as a mask, and they are not bookish, but more like they are attending a serious social occasion.

Seeing Ning Chunyan, except for a very familiar woman with a haughty look, several other "caiyuan" stood up cautiously, and one of them came over to greet her with a very respectful tone:

"Sister Ning, are you here?"

Ning Chunyan looked around: "Is An Younan not here?"

"She brought a new friend to visit our little poetry pavilion today."

"Is that the one from Mingde College I mentioned last time?"

"Yes, sister Ning has a really good memory."

"Okay, I'll wait for her."

"Sister Ning, sit here. You never come. Everyone misses you. Without you, our circle always feels less authoritative, and we don't have the confidence to hold a poetry meeting."

A few words of dialogue between you and me, both sides explained a lot of things clearly. Wang Zixu felt that there was a lot of information, but there were too many barriers, and he didn't hear any information. He followed Ning Chunyan and sat down obediently.

He was a big man, sitting among a group of warblers, and he suddenly stood out. The girls were all in a relaxed state, and when he walked in, he was like a small ink dot mixed into a pool of clear water, giving him the feeling of a foreign body. Quite a few.

All eyes came over and focused on his face. The slightly familiar woman opposite her stared at him unabashedly, looking scrutinizing.

Ning Chunyan sat down and picked up the previous topic: "Your poetry meeting is too elegant. I don't have a deep foundation in Chinese studies. I don't know how to write poetry. My poetry writing is even more chaotic. It also disrupts your thinking. Come and join in."

I'm pretty good at joining in the fun and getting some snacks."

The girl leaned forward and said, "Sister Ning, you are so modest. My father has always disliked me reading too many miscellaneous books, but he only allowed me to read your magazine "New Appreciation". He said that there is a lot of chaos in the domestic literary world now, and only your level can help him."

It’s very trusting. Therefore, I read every issue of the magazine "New Appreciation", which can be regarded as one of the few cultural enjoyments in my life."

"If you like it, I'll be very satisfied."

Wang Zixu felt that the lady's tone of voice was a little special. It was a bit half-literate, but it sounded weird, like some ancient lyrics forcibly written without any knowledge of ancient prose.

The girl's eyes flashed and she looked at Wang Zixu several times with quite curious eyes. Finally she couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Sister Ning, I have never seen you bring a companion of the opposite sex here. Is this...

"

Ning Chunyan was not shy and nodded: "Oh, I forgot to introduce you, this is Wang Zixu, the editor-in-chief of our magazine."

"Then you and him..."

"Don't get me wrong, it's just an ordinary work-colleague relationship. An Younan said she wanted to meet, so I brought him here."

"Oh, so..."

Ning Chunyan was frank, but when the girl heard that Wang Zixu's identity was only an editor, her eyes moved slightly, and the curiosity on her face suddenly diminished by half, and she looked slightly disappointed.

It seems that the identity of the editor-in-chief of "New Awards" does not hold much weight in this lady's heart.

After his identity was revealed, most of the gaze on Wang Zixu's face disappeared. It turned out that the gazes of the ladies just now were not looking at his face, but were considering his identity. However, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He still didn't like being surrounded by scrutinizing eyes.

Only a familiar woman facing him still had her eyes fixed on his face. He continued to look over, but the woman turned her head and looked away.

Ning Chunyan introduced Wang Zixu again: "Zixu, this is Zhou Qingqing, her father is the vice president of Hengxing Bank."

Wang Zixu nodded quickly and glanced outside the huge glass curtain wall. The sign of Hengxing Bank was on the skyline, and the towering obelisk-like building shone brightly in the sun.

Zhou Qingqing pouted: "Sister Ning, don't use my father's name when you introduce me next time. I don't want to be shrouded in my father's halo all the time and almost lose myself. Besides, we are a poetry club here, we just

When we talk about poetry, why don’t we talk less about those things that smell like copper?”

Ning Chunyan smiled and said okay.

She introduced several others to Wang Zixu. Like the angel lady who was shrouded in the halo of the vice president's father, they all came from prominent families, either with a father who was a financier or a mother who was a department director.

These few people, like Zhou Qingqing, are not willing to let their parents' identities replace their personalities, but when Ning Chunyan introduced their family backgrounds, the superiority on their faces could not be erased.

Only then did Wang Zixu realize that this was Caiyuan.

First of all, they are all celebrities. A celebrity who loves literature becomes a talented lady. The prerequisite for becoming a talented lady is not talent, but wealth.

No wonder Ning Chunyan was solemn before bringing him here, as if he was introducing himself to some important occasion.

When the last person was introduced, Ning Chunyan suddenly got stuck. He smiled and said, "This is my first time meeting this person. I don't know what to call him?"

This was the woman who had been staring at Wang Zixu since he came in. Her eyes were unscrupulous, as if he owed money and started at ten thousand.

Wang Zixu always thought she looked familiar, but how could he possibly know Caiyuan? He had slight face blindness, so he probably just had some resemblance to someone he knew.

Unexpectedly, the woman spoke up: "Why, is this the first time Ning Cainu has seen me? But it is not the first time I have met Ning Cainu."

An awkward but polite smile suddenly appeared on Ning Chunyan's face: "Really? I'm sorry, where have I seen you?"

She said to Wang Zixu again: "This is not the first time I've met you, Wang Zixu."

The prince was startled and frowned.

The woman leaned over, shook hands with Ning Chunyan, and said, "My name is Jiang Mengyao."

It was okay if she didn't say her name, but when she said her name, Ning Chunyan and Wang Zixu became even more confused.

Who is Jiang Mengyao?

Zhou Qingqing introduced: "Sister Mengyao just came to our circle some time ago, and her brother is a senior executive of Xunyi Galaxy!"

The prince raised his eyebrows. He had heard the name "Xunyi Galaxy" frequently recently.

Xunyi Galaxy started out as a social media company, and now it has become a new Internet giant with a very complex business.

Wang Zixu often hears this name recently because Ye Lan complains at home: Qingyan, as Wen Ai's biggest opponent in the field of speech therapy, was originally defeated, but some time ago, Xunyi Galaxy entered the market forcefully, and Qingyan was defeated.

Qing Yan acquired it. Now Qing Yan has even more funds than Wen Ai.

Xunyi Galaxy also uses its own social media and media to spread the word Qingyan app. Therefore, Qingyan has been growing rapidly recently.

Jiang Mengyao's lips were thin and she looked a bit mean, so she said:

"Don't remember me? Then you must still remember Zhang Qian, right?"

"Zhang Qian?"

Wang Zixu unexpectedly heard this name again in the East China Sea. He was still chasing him in the past. He was in a trance for a while.

Ning Chunyan frowned slightly: "That day, at the Xihe Cultural Conference..."

"I went with Zhang Qian." Jiang Mengyao continued her words, "Do you remember?"

"You are Zhang Qian's best friend." Wang Zixu remembered.

Zhou Qingqing clasped his hands and smiled and said, "So you guys know each other. It seems that we are all destined to be together."

She didn't know the danger, and her tone was relaxed and innocent.

Jiang Mengyao said: "Zhang Qian often mentioned you to me some time ago. She often couldn't understand why Wang Zixu, who had never been very talented, could suddenly win the first place in the literary competition. It turns out that you have such a good relationship with our judge Ning Cainv, and now

Or I directly became the editor of someone else's magazine. I kind of understood it in my heart."

She spoke so eccentrically that Ning Chunyan was a little unhappy.

"You mean, Wang Zixu took the first place in the literary society just because of his relationship with me?"

Jiang Mengyao spread her hands: "I don't dare to say that. But Zhang Qian has talked to Wang Zixu before, and she said he has no talent. I am just curious about how he made such rapid progress and won the first place in the Xihe Literary Society."

Jiang Mengyao's expression was a bit triumphant. Wang Zixu originally wondered why this expression looked so familiar, but now he remembered that it was exactly the same as Zhang Qian's usual face - they were looking at you with appraising eyes, and they were always prepared.

Bargain.

Ning Chunyan was a little angry, but she was surrounded by ladies from various families. In their hearts, Ning Cainnu was always well-informed and sensible. Naturally, she could not be as free as she was in front of Wang Zixu. She just stared at Jiang Mengyao with a look of misery on her face.

A cute smile.

"Wang Zixu won the first place in the literary competition, which was the unanimous decision of the judges. I think he also explained this issue clearly to Zhang Qian in person after the meeting."

"You are the referees. Of course, what you say will be what you say." Jiang Mengyao was lying on the sofa, hooking her toes, looking very lazy.

Zhou Qingqing asked in a low voice: "So this editor Wang is the number one in the Xihe Literary Society?"

Someone next to me immediately said, "Yes, I won the first place in the last Xihe Literary Society."
To be continued...